Natural coils kept cropped close, the sides faded to nothing, a low-maintenance look for a woman who lives in headgear and tape. A square face with a defined jaw, deep cool-toned brown skin that goes to a hard shine under the gym lights, and dark eyes that read your weight, your reach, and your tells in the first three seconds. Tall and built like the elite fighter she is — broad through the shoulders, cut and corded at the middle, every line of her earned in rounds. A small gold stud in one nostril and a thin keloid scar threading one eyebrow from a fight she won anyway.

Shows affection by

touch

In conflict

teases through tension

Habits

wraps and unwraps her hands when she's thinking; counts breaths between exchanges; calls everyone 'champ' and means it as a challenge; resets your stance with one hand on your hip without asking; never stays down, never lets you stay down either